Extreme Weekend Update

To keep everyone abreast, I said breast giggity, with the goings on in the world of Cas, we lost our last regular season game pretty soundly. The first half of the game went by with us only being down by two points. We have a Shaq type player on our team that no other team can match up with. Basically all we have to do to win is get our Shaq into the low post and feed him the ball until they start to double and triple team him. When they do that we send one guy to cut through the lane, and spot up a shooter for a kick out pass. This play works like a charm through the entire first half. It doesn’t even matter that they have 15 players to our 5. Second half rolls around and everyone is feeling good, we all know that we’re going to keep riding our Shaq and hopefully get a few stops to put us in the lead. Well, everyone knows this but our Shaq. You see Shaq decided he wants to run point for the second half and shoot threes. So, yeah, that was pretty much the rest of the game. We’ll fog up a bad shot, they’ll rebound and run with their fresh legs.
Saturday, Melissa and I had plans to go to a friend’s birthday part in Atlanta at Dave and Busters. Melissa had been helping Extreme Make Over Home Edition most of the week, and the big reveal was Saturday. She was begged to come back and help on the Saturday so she did. They even gave her 4 VIP passes to give to friends to watch the family come home and yell “move that bus”. Melissa and I pride ourselves on being stand up people, and if we say we’re going to do something then by God we’re going to do it. I say this because just the weekend before we stood in Wal-Mart telling our friend that we were going to be at Dave and Busters for the birthday and we hate when people say they’re going to do something and then back out. Flash back to Saturday, Melissa has these four passes for this amazing once in a lifetime event, but we’ve already promised a friend that we would be at a birthday party. What should we do? Melissa knows how badly they need her help at Extreme, and so I told her to go and help them because it is an important thing she’s doing and we’re always down to help. But I decided to not take my VIP pass and to go on to Atlanta since we had already confirmed that we would be at the party.
The party was a ball, I don’t know if anyone knows about this, but at Dave and Busters you can hold a party there and they will give you your own room, a buffet, game cards, and send you out on a scavenger hunt. We were broken up into teams and sent out to the gaming floor to scavenge for our booty, yar. Only down side to this, this Dave and Busters is PACKED! You have an hour to complete your list, which is only 6 pages log of easy to complete task. Easy IF, you were able to walk through the building. After fighting through the crowd for about 45 minutes of the hour we called it quits and went back to the room to rest. We were pretty sure we weren’t going to win, but it was a good time none the less.
After the party I embark on my journey back home. Had Melissa been with me we might have stayed the night, Susannah, would you have a room to rent? Haha, j/k. But since it was just me I left the party a little early and headed back to Alabama. All was going well, it was late so traffic wasn’t all that heavy, until I made it close to the Varsity’s exit. All traffic comes to a grinding halt. Police cars have all 6 lanes blocked, and the exit ramp is also blocked so no one is going anywhere on 75/85. Ok, I’m in Atlanta, traffic is stopped, this is to be expected. What I didn’t expected was the four fire trucks to come rolling by me, two of which were the big ladder trucks. Now I’m intrigued as to what in the world could be going on? So I start flip stations on the FM dial, all stations are playing some prerecorded countdown or interview, no help to me. Swap to AM, finally after listening to WSB750 for a minute someone cuts in to announce that we have a jumper on the bridge right in front of me. This explains the ladder trucks and why the entire interstate is stopped heading south. After sitting with my truck in park, playing on facebook on my iPhone traffic starts to move again. The man has been talked down off the ledge and life goes on, for him and everyone else.
Sunday I was pretty much sick all day so I slept about 18 hours. I got up, got dressed, made Melissa and I waffles, which I thought tasted like crap, Melissa said they were good and tasted like a waffle. I guess my taste buds were off because I was sick. After fighting for about 2 hours I went and laid back down for what I thought would be a short nap, flash forward six hours, I awake.

Oh and Four

Ladies and gents it is with a heavy heart that I report that my company’s basketball team is now 0 and 4. Last night was a very thrilling defeat as we lost by 1 point. I played my standard 2 to 3 minutes, not long enough to even break a sweat, especially since I’m not much of a sweater anyway, Ask Melissa it seems to bother her that I never sweat. On the positive, I can honestly say that I have the highest RPM, Rebounds Per Minute, of anyone on the team. I have come to terms with the fact that I’m not going to be passed the ball on offense so the only way I will get any points is off of an offensive rebound. Sadly all of my rebounds last night were defensive. I did manage to fool a teammate into throwing me the ball on the offensive side of the court, which I quickly turned into a missed 3 pointer. This makes my second game in a row scoring 0 points and my total points for the year in 4 games to 5. I average 1.25 points a game. Alright, so for the game summaries, Friday night’s game was lost by 2 points, we had the ball with a chance to win or tie with our final shot. 10 seconds to go in the game, we inbound, pass the ball around until it makes it to the player that said he’s not going to take the final shot because he knows as soon as he gets the ball they are going to double or triple team him. Apparently he has a short memory because he gets the ball and instead of kicking it back out to a spot up shooter like was discussed in the time out, he puts the ball on the floor and drives to the hoop, through a triple team. Props to the guy because he did get to the hoop and had a great look at a shot to tie the game, but alas the ball just couldn’t find the net.
Flash forward to last nights game. We are down 10 with a minute to go, we go to the age old college and high school strategy of fouling the worst shooter as soon as he touches the ball, and it is paying off. 15 seconds left in the game and we are now down by 4. A great defensive steal, a pass to a not so open man in the corner who throws up the worlds ugliest no look shot I’ve ever seen, it was so horrible I can’t even call it throwing up a prayer. Apparently this guy is in good with God though because the shot went in. We quickly call a time, or so we thought… The ref wouldn’t grant us the timeout and time expired without the other team having to inbound the ball. Thus we are now 0 and 4, and I haven’t run enough to be in any better shape that when I started out. I guess I’m just going to have to can my idea of using basketball to get into some sort of shape and just start running. *sigh*

Tuesday Night Hoops

Since I don’t believe anyone is really reading my biggest loser post I’m not going to post an update on that unless everyone just wants me too. So I’ll cut straight to the highlights, or the lowlights, of the basketball game last night. During warm ups I started to get a bad feeling that things weren’t going to go to good. We had about 2 minutes to go before the game started and we only had 3 players. Luckily we had a fourth show up so I knew they’d let us play with 4, but I wasn’t all that excited about it. Then in the nick of time we had our 5th player show up. So now I know I have to last the entire game, on the plus side, we got our new jerseys in before the game. The only bit of running I’ve done lately, since last Springs softball league and let’s face it, not much running in softball, is the few minutes that I played in last week’s game. This should be good! We start out doing great, jump to an early lead, playing great defense, I’m doing my best Dennis Rodman impersonation, but then we apparently figured out that we’d been running for a while and got tired. Our lead went away and we had to call a time out to get our breath. Shortly after the time out my legs gave completely out. I couldn’t jump, which lead to one of my two shots taken in the first half being blocked back to the stone age and my second shot coming up short. Thank God for Half time! During half time I drank water, stretched my calves, and sat my tired white butt on the bench. When the second half started we came out like the Michael Jordan led Bulls, we couldn’t do any wrong! Got our lead back and was shutting down our opponent with our mad defensive skills. My Dennis Rodman impersonation got me my first two points when I grabbed a rebound and quickly put it back in. I scored my final points a few minutes later when I nailed a long three from the corner, if you’re keeping track that’s a total of 5 points. Things are looking good! THEN… we got tired again. We were calling time outs to catch our breath, and my calves were locking up again. My calves were shooting pains through my legs as they cramped and screamed for me to stop for the love of all things holy. Again without my legs, my defense started to suffer, my rebounding skills disappeared, and our lead was not only gone, it had been destroyed. The last two minutes of the game ended with me standing under the opponent’s basket waiting for them to either hit their 3 point shot, or finish some spectacular dunk. I would gather the ball after it went through the net with great force and inbound the it to my closes teammate who would in turn pass to the person nearest to them until, if we were lucky, we’d get the ball across midcourt where we would shoot a half hearted shot hoping that our prayers would be answered, thus ending the game and our pain. When the buzzer finally… buzzed?? We shook our opponent’s hands and hobbled ourselves, along with our pride, back to our cars. I thought basketball would help me relive my glory days, but it only takes the glory out of the days that follow each game since I’m unable to walk without pain.

Biggest Loser and Basketball

So I feel my biggest loser update posts are too long and that no one is reading them so I’m going to really shorten this up.  Red team is crazy and liars and need to go.  Green team hasn’t worked out their emotional issues enough to lose weight and be healthy.  Orange team is super cute and quite, gray seems to be there for the right reasons and are freaking rock stars, White team has a long ways to go as does Brown team.  Pink team needs help, they won’t be there much longer if they keep putting up these small numbers.  Purple is quite and cute, but won’t last if she doesn’t step it up.  That’s all the teams I can think of right now.  Fat people got a scale, saw they lost weight, they clapped, almost everyone was happy.  Last night was too much drama for me, work out, lose weight, and shut up.

Now for biggest loser part 2, Last night was our first league basketball game.  I know I’m in horrible shape and so I knew I didn’t want to play too much or I’d risk hurting the team.  That said I would have liked to have played long enough to break a sweat…  I played about 4 to 6 minutes, all in the first half, grabbed 2 rebounds and scored 2 points.  Positives to take away from the game, I didn’t fall on the floor, I hit the one shot that I took, and I did do enough running last night to feel a little sore.  As for the team, a little talking started, two players got way off their game and then the other team started running away with it.  I noticed that our team is much more ghetto this year than it was last year, mainly due to one player that doesn’t even work for my company that is sponsoring the team…  Oh well.  I was hoping to use this basketball season as a starting off point for me getting shape to run my 5K, but if I can’t get on the floor to run I’ll never make any progress.